Sunday, June 19, 2005
limousine aka xianhuilim is being an annoying toot and asking me to blog. like it's so easy like that! you think it's very easy is it? just come here and type in a few mindless paragraphs? cheh!
okay lah. quite easy lah. especially when you are overflowing with joy now that TSB is complete again! WELCOME BACK RUOQI RESH AND JEMMIE! oh my goodness. i never thought i would live to see that day i actually anticipate the return of ruoqi the grouch. ohwell... then today shall be the day i die.
but anyway. i didn't miss them as badly as i initally thought. i mean, it's not like i didn't miss them COMPLETELY. but yarh... xianhui and gee turned out to be much better company than expected. especially that limousine! HAHAHAHAHA. she and me. we have telepathy i tell ya. and we're seriously rubbing off on each other the wrong way! if i thought that training without the rest of tsb was gonna be boring, i thought wrong! it was helluva fun!!!! our subway lunches... reliving our old memories (sec 1 and sec 2 were sooooo long ago)... and just crapping around haha. you should seriously see all our msn convos. then again, not. totally un-kool man! (if only they knew... if only they knew...) i think rj's gotta put up a restraining order against us next year. not like that'll stop the chor lors from invading the field man!
anyway since bel the filial one has dedicated a whole blog entry to her dearest papa for father's day (yah right bel, don't think i dunno. it was more about food than daddy right!), i shall try to top off her act of piety although it'll be very hard to do so.
so anyway my brothers and i were deciding what to do for father's day. we didn't want any old boring tie or shirt or crayon-drawn card or something. being the loving kids we are, we wanted to do something SPECIAL this year. so we decided to have one of those custom made fountain-pen holders and a personalized- okay here come the ewwws- pillow for dad. yeah so since it's like personalized and custom-made, yeah we get to put his picture there. big mistake man.
me: okay, let's find a picture where he looks nice! if not he won't like it.
bros (let's call them bro1 and bro2): okay. we've got some in the comps.
me: i've got more! let's browse through mine first.
thus...
bro1: ewww. no not that one!
me: nope not this one either!
bro2: ARE YOU KIDDING? chucky's bride or what?!
me: eh don't be so ba... OMG YOU'RE RIGHT!
bro1: how bout this one?
me&bro2: yes can. if we were blind.
me: yucks no no no!
bro1: this one's out!
bro2: disgrace to the lee family man!
suddenly mum walks in
mum: why are you guys crowding round the computer? looking at porn sites?
bro1: well you COULD put it that way.
me: oi! no lah! we're just finding a nice picture of daddy to put on the pen-holder.
mum: -guffawing- a NICE picture of your dad? hahahaha! you're as likely to find it as that needle in a haystack.
all of us: MUM!!! don't be so bad! he's your husband.
mum: -shrugs- uh huh. just find any picture of him will do. don't bother looking for a nice one.
bro1: come on mum! look at me! how can there NOT be a nice picture of the man who produced me?!
mum: well.. that could be MY genes.
all of us: MUUUUM. -shoots her the look-
mummy walks out of the room
me: eh no more pics in my computer. let's check the others.
after awhile..
bro2: no more pics in these two computers either. let's just check the photo albums for some. maybe there are a few youthful handsome pictures!
after another hour, mummy walks in to find us pouring over the old photo albums
mum: hah! i told you right.
me: we WILL.. we WILL find a NICE pic of daddy!
bro1: -suddenly closes the album- can we just use ANY pic? give it up lah! this is so embarrassing! how is THIS -points to a pic of daddy with his thick glasses, buttoned up striped shirt and belt-ed bellbottom pants- related to THIS -points to his stickthin, bony, halfnaked self-?!
me: -scoffs and gives him an incredulous look- and you still don't see?
bro2: aiyah. it won't be nice to give him a personalized pen-holder with him looking like that lah ok. let's just get him a polo shirt and a spavoucher.
me&bro1: yeah, let's.
and i ALWAYS wonder why i ALWAYS end up giving my dad a tie/shirt/fountainpen/spavoucher/wallet/crayon-drawn-card for father's day... now i know why. poor daddy. maybe next year. maybe the spavoucher we're giving him will do a little bit of good. such that he'll be able to receive a nice cuddly picture-ized pillow for father's day next year. maybe!
i think my baby brother is so cute! he took out all the money in his piggybank and went to the market to buy flowers for daddy. all with his own money. he even picked out the flowers himself! and with the extra dough, that angel bought a little toygun for daddy too. oh he's just sucha little darling! flowers for daddy. sigh... innocent little kids... i just LOVE them.
*oh btw, if any of y'all wanna know the latest church-camp gossip, come find me! it really helps having a nosy younger brother at camp who gets along well with the others man. whoa... interesting revelations indeed man. sigh. all this after i confessed to the priest that i gossiped too much and promised to try not to do so anymore.
!deb.17-- rgssoftball'05 [THEY'RE BACK!!!]
retardebel 12:54 AM